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The Story of a Button 

And Why We Should Salute Its Wearers 



(Hugh O'Neill in The Denver Times. Aug. 13. 1911.) 

Next time you see a man wearing the Button of the Loyal Legion. 
salute him. We are not much given to reverence in these days ; we 
have not yet learned that it is a good and a proper thing to stand up in 
a theatre when the band plays the national anthem, or to bare our 
heads when it is played in the open air; but we are coming to all that 
gradually and vfe ought to include the men who wear the Button in 
our ritual. 

And w^e should understand why w^e do it, too. 

It is not because the men who wear this Button have just FOUGHT 
in the Civil War; war is a bad thing at the best and the desire to carry 
arms and go into battle is a common, human desire that is universal to 
mankind. The men w^ho w^ear the first class Button of the Loyal Legion 
fought, and fought well, but they did something finer and more ad- 
mirable than that, and because of this other thing they have earned 
our open show of respect. 

For instance, there was one man who lived in Missouri when the 
Civil War broke out. 

He was a well-to-do man. a wealthy farmer who owned many 
slaves. He had graduated from Yale, as had his father before him. 
His "vested interest'^in his slaves was extensive. 

He might have sat in comfort under his own fig-tree right through 
that war had he so chosen. He might have cared for his crops and his 
family. There were a thousand reasons why he might well have kept 
out of trouble. 

His wife w^as young. They had a family of young children. 

But this man believed down in the soul of him that this country 
should remain a united Nation. 

He believed that it was his duty to do all that he could to keep it 



united. So, believing these things truly, he enlisted as a private in the 
Union army, where he distinguished himself and gained promotion. 

But, to do that, he had to leave his young wife and his family to 

take care of themselves, and that took more courage than shouldering 
a rifle and firing into the smoke as the regiment charged the enemy, 
yelling and red-eyed. 

The man did it, though, and went away and his wife stayed at 
home doing the best she could to manage the farm and care for the 
slaves. 

It was a great thing this wife did, too; steady and patient and 
courageous. And the shining memorial and token of it all is this red, 
white and blue Button that you see now and then on the coat-lapel of 
some modest servant of the Republic. 

So, this Button is worth saluting, isn t it. It is worth saluting, not 
because the wearer of it risked his life in battles where the risk of life 
was a light thing and easily forgotten ; but because he left his home in 
jeopardy and returned in numberless cases to find his wealth gone and 
himself a poor man with the struggle against hardship heavy and, for 
his only recompense, the knowledge that he had done his duty. 



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